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Title: Unusual Author's Notes: Heyo! So, this is another one shot supposedly for ssmonth 2022 that never made the final cut because I was never able to finish it. It's not exactly a teacher x student au but it's a university au at the very least. Nothing completely special, just an idea I had that I wanted to write. Enjoy!

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Sakura walks to the classroom with a heavy heart, wholly expecting to enjoy a full hour of her lunch break when suddenly, her last professor thought it was a good idea to extend class and do an impromptu report on what they’ve learned so far, trying to summarize his not-so-clear discussions for the past week as best as they could.

When professor Danzo said that once you’re finished you can immediately get out. Sakura was somehow relieved. There’s hope, she thought at first. At that time, she wanted nothing more than to get out of that boring class and eat her lunch before sitting in yet another boring class.

Though her relief fell short when he said he’ll draw lots on who’ll go first. Sakura, seemingly hated by fate that time, was drawn 5th to the last, when there were more than 40 students present. Damn 40 students that wasted more time on looking at the wall, getting mind-blocked, stuttering, and joking about unnecessary things that dragged on the report.

Which, inevitably, resulted in a whopping 30-minute overtime and less than a 30-minute lunch break.

Sakura sighs at the memory.

What was worse is that it takes more than 10 minutes to get out of the room and down the building since the way students gathered hordes can practically be a physical definition of a rush-hour. Sakura does not know why students gathered in the hallway, but she thinks she was really being tested around those times.

So, instead of going out to buy a well-earned meal after being deprived of it for a few days now, she walks straight to her next subject with an aggressively growling stomach.

She silently promises to go all out with dinner later.

After arriving a few steps away from the door of the room, Sakura has half a mind to actually read the sign outside and confirm if she’s indeed in the right place or solely trust her hungry mind and tired feet for leading her here.

Though, since she cannot escape people’s natural nature of being literate, she subconsciously reads the letters and confirms that yes, she is in the right place and yes, she’s about to listen to a 3 hour talk about philosophy.

Somebody just kill me already.

Quickly, before her mind contradicts with her schedule and leads her out of there, she looks for a vacant seat around the room. She found one at the very back, thankfully, that was yet to be crowded with a row of sleeping students.

There was this stereotype around her university that, apparently, students that often sit on the very back row, are always those students that come to school for the sole purpose of sleeping there. There were instances that this was proven true since Sakura likes to sit at the very back herself. She will admit, she did fall asleep there more than once during her days.

Although she likes to believe that is not the main reason why she likes it there.

Sakura, she thinks, likes to see everyone’s head more than she likes everyone to see hers. Besides, she doesn’t want to be lumped with the so-called “star students” that typically sit at the very front.

Contrary to popular belief, the back row is actually a nice place. Since the rooms are built nicely the sound resonance wasn’t a problem, and that most teachers use a mic while speaking anyway, Sakura found that it was both comfortable and perfect for someone like her who prefers solitude during lectures more than chatting with someone. She was one of those lowkey star students, after all.

Speaking of teachers, when Sakura was slowly starting to become optimistic and accept that the day might not be that bad after all, she’s suddenly reminded that her professor for the day was Hatake Kakashi.

Damn.

It’s not that Professor Hatake was a bad, grumpy teacher. No, far from it. His method of teaching was actually one of the best that she’s experienced. He approaches things in the simplest ways that one can easily grasp. Even Naruto, who’s this hyperactive and dumb fella that Sakura managed to acknowledge as one of her closest friends, says that Prof Hatake’s teaching was understandable enough for him not to fail. And that definitely says something.

The problem with Prof Kakashi and Philosophy was all about the exams. Sure, Kakashi talks well, but in return, makes the exams crazy as fuck. Sakura has a pre-established hate-love notion towards philosophy. She hates it because of how Professor Hatake specifically wants to see his exact given examples during his lectures–word for word–and no other possible answer on the planet even if it’s plausible enough.

Sakura loves it, whenever she understands these complicated concepts and notions that philosophers seem to ponder about when they have way too much time on their hands. She loves it when these philosophical statements actually make sense in her life. She loves it when it gives her a hard punch on her face every time realization hits her and suddenly changes everything.

And she especially loves it whenever she can answer her husband when he decides to randomly quiz her in the middle of the day.

Ah, her husband.

Sakura Uchiha, despite only being in her third year in college, is married to her long-time boyfriend Sasuke Uchiha.

It was sort of arranged. Sort of. Before their parents decided to promise them to each other, Sasuke and Sakura already knew each other way back. They ran into the same circle of mutual friends, which eventually led to them being friends and becoming more-than-friends later on.

Sakura remembers that she was in first year of high school when she met second year university student Sasuke through a dinner party arranged by their parents. It was Christmas and deadass cold since she was forced to wear a dress rather than something more suitable for winter. And like how cliché love stories start, Sasuke did the gentlemanly gesture of offering his coat because he and his brother were also forced to wear suits for the night. She practically swooned at him.

She wasn’t informed that it was such a formal event, though. She thinks putting a few waiters and butlers or two could’ve made it a ball.

The backstory between their parent’s friendship seems to root during, as to what they like to call it, their “golden days”. Basically, when Kizashi and Fugaku believe that their youth should not be wasted in school alone but instead in bars getting shit-faced drunk like it’s the end of the world.

Seems rather unlikely to imagine the taciturn Fugaku Uchiha slurring his words and chugging shot after shot, but Kizashi insists that it’s very much true whenever he would tell Sakura. Thankfully, Fugaku grew out of his “phase”, settled down, and raised both Itachi and Sasuke to be well-disciplined sons.

Though Sakura would occasionally see Fugaku’s past rubbing on Sasuke whenever he would pull out a stick of cigarette when things get too hectic at work. Sakura doesn’t really forbid him but gets very concerned whenever he smokes. She opted to find a less harmful way, like buying him a vape, or practically offering to relieve his stress herself. In any way he wants.

When Sakura saw his whole stash thrown away in the garbage bin, she seemed to deem her method more effective. So did Sasuke, apparently.

Anyways, their love story led to a lot of things until Sasuke and Sakura spent more time with each other than with their respective families. The time came when Sasuke overcame his action-speak-louder-than-words complex and asked Sakura out to be his girlfriend. It did take a long time though–Sasuke graduated while Sakura was about to enter University–but Sakura likes to think great things take some time.

Great things indeed, when Mebuki and Mikoto also thought it would be best to strengthen their families’ life-long friendship and have Sasuke married to Sakura. The idea came as a major surprise at first, but it seems Sasuke couldn’t be happier during that time at the dinner table and kissed Sakura in front of everyone. Mind you, their relationship was still hidden during those days.

Action speaks louder than words, so it seems.

And that was how the union between Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno happened.

“Good afternoon, class.”

Sakura, usually, pays no mind to greetings and rarely ever greets back, nor spares the teacher a glance. She does the diligent process of notetaking, in return, however.

But, when she hears that voice, that sweet, deep voice she’s grown so familiar with, her head instantly snaps at the direction of it before her mind can ever register what just happened.

And when her mind did realize, her eyes widened like saucers because she absolutely could not believe what she was seeing.

Or, a better term, who she was seeing.

There, at the very front of the whole class, stands her husband of two years in all his handsome glory looking right at her.

Sasuke smirks ever-so-subtly when he sees Sakura’s jaw agape, seemingly enjoying her state of shock. He knows, if his wife’s mouth wasn’t so open right now, she must be mouthing the most obvious question:

What are you doing here?

“Unfortunately, Professor Hatake couldn’t be here with you guys, so he asked me to fill in today,” everyone, not only Sakura, seems to be enamored by this new person they were seeing right in front of them that has yet to introduce himself. “My name is Sasuke Uchiha, and I’ll be teaching you philosophy today.”

When Sasuke says his name, no one seems to notice how Sakura’s last name is the same as his, thankfully.

It’s not that she was hiding her civil status. Far from it. Instead, Sakura doesn’t really hide the lone red ruby ring on her left hand, nor did she keep her maiden name even after the semester ended. In contrast, she informed every teacher that she was now Uchiha Sakura, no longer Haruno, clearly.

The reason why no one seemed to know her relation towards Sasuke was because she doesn’t bother to tell. Sakura thinks her business doesn’t really concern anyone, unless they would pry which she would happily tell. Besides, no one appeared to be interested neither in her nor her private life, which was alright since they all had the same mindset after all: Graduate.

Sakura doesn’t think she’s unapproachable. Her pink hair and green eyes look more jolly than cold on the outside. It’s just that the reason behind her lack of college friends is because she doesn’t try to make one. And who will she tell her little secret that she’s married if she’s lacking friends? No one.

Sure, she has Ino who knows everything happening in her life, and a handful of girl friends like Hinata, Temari and Ten Ten, but they’re all either studying a different course, or studying in different places. Sakura doesn’t need any more additions to her friends. She’s satisfied with her circle of friends, and she couldn’t ask for more, really.

The fact that she’s married isn’t really a secret, no one just really bothered to ask.

And, Sakura hopes, no one dares to ask as she sits this lecture through with her husband talking.

Sakura rarely sees instances like these where Sasuke’s nothing but professional. She’s seen him once or twice in a courtroom, out of nothing but curiosity, and he has been nothing but amazing. But right now, seeing him walk around and interact with a bunch of college students, she develops a newfound sense of admiration towards him. He’s always been amazing, Sakura knows that, but it always makes her love him more whenever he’s in his element.

She especially loves watching him talk, all day long, since Sakura’s been used to talking in their relationship and Sasuke mostly just listening. The way he walks around, the way his tone changes whenever the topic requires it to, how his hand creates gestures to emphasize, and the way his mouth moves…

Sakura gulps as her mind ventures to the inappropriate thoughts that his hand, his voice, and his mouth could do to her. She feels her face flush as the temperature rises all of a sudden.

She usually sits through a Philisophy lecture easily—usually when words enter her right ear and exit through the other—with Professor Hatake barely minding if his students actually pay attention.

But right now, Sakura wonders just when did a lecture dragged on for so long like this. And if she could ever focus. . . . . . When the lecture did finally end, Sakura tried to exit through the door as discreetly as she could. Sasuke seemed to be preoccupied with the other female students crowding in front of him, probably asking mundane things that have no relation to philosophy. Before Sakura fully packed up her things, she saw how Ami, the leader of this sort of girl group, immediately re-did her make-up and approached her husband as fast as she could, probably to flirt and flaunt her “assets”. Sakura has half a mind to be jealous, but she deemed that as pathetic since she thinks even Sasuke won’t even bat an eye to Ami. She was very insufferable.

So, instead of wasting her time and glaring at Ami for stealing her man and at Sasuke for entertaining her, Sakura opted to get out of there before Sasuke could tease her about how she was all spaced out dazed during the lecture.

Well, whose fault is it anyway? It was really hard for Sakura to stay attentive when Sasuke kept looking at her and giving her his smirk.

Honestly, why was she acting like a little teenager? She was married for goodness’ sake. She’s married for two years and yet she’s still reduced to a blushing mess whenever Sasuke gives her that look.

“Sakura,” she practically jumps. Damn, just when she was halfway out.

“Yes, Professor?” Sakura replies with a smile, one that can be translated as ‘what-do-you-want-I-wanna-go-home-already-hurry-up’.

“Professor, huh,” Sasuke whispers as he smirks. “Stay for a bit. I want to talk to you.”

Sakura looks hesitant, very hesitant, before Sasuke gives her a look that always makes her relent. She nods in defeat instead.

Ami, who has yet to leave the room. Looks between Sasuke and Sakura curiously, before glaring at Sakura who she might’ve considered her rival in love just now. Sakura resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Miss Chiba, you can go now,” Sasuke says without looking at the girl.

“But–“ she fumbles, “I still have a questi–"

“Save it when Hatake comes back.”

With that, Ami leaves while stomping her feet.

When the door finally closed shut and footsteps completely faded, Sakura released the breath she didn’t remember holding and slumped.

“Why are you here?” she asks calmly, sensing that it’s okay to let her guard down.

“I’m teaching,” was her husband’s short answer.

“Last time I heard, you’re a lawyer, not a teacher.”

“Well, I wanted a change of pace. You didn’t seem to mind it earlier when you were so attentively listening to me,” with each word Sasuke adds emphasis and steps closer to Sakura, until she hits the wall. “Right, Mrs. Uchiha?”

Sakura gulps as heat blooms onto her face. Sasuke was too close to consider appropriate between a teacher and a student. If anyone sees them, surely they would think something isn't right.

Yet at the same time, Sasuke was also far away. Too far away from where she wants him to be.

She suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“What are you doing?” Sakura asks. Whispers, actually, her gaze occasionally flickering from his eyes to his lips, merely a breath away from his. “Someone might see.”

“We’re married,” Sasuke replies.

“But right now, I’m a student and you’re a teacher.”

“I don’t care.”

Without preemptive, Sasuke swoops down to capture her lips in a searing kiss that reduces Sakura’s legs to jelly. She fumbles to hold onto something, scrambles to reach something while her mind short-circuits as Sasuke bites down her lower lip.

Sakura thought she was completely going to lose her mind when Sasuke traced his tongue on her lips, seemingly asking for permission. Sakura allows him access as he deepens the kiss and snakes his hand on her waist while the other braces him on the wall. Immediately, Sakura wraps her arms around his neck and moans onto the kiss before her legs completely lose their balance.

When she feels the need for oxygen, Sakura brings her hand down Sasuke's chest and taps him, a sign to stop before anything escalates any further.

Sasuke releases her lips gently, complying to her request. He keeps his face levelled with hers, panting with his eyes still shut.

A few moments have passed before Sasuke opens his eyes and looks at Sakura's flushed face, swollen lips and eyes clouded due to his ministrations. The sight stirs something within Sasuke, as he was about to swoop in again for another searing kiss, when all of a sudden they heard a growling sound.

From Sakura's stomach.

For a second they both freeze, Sakura's blush deepening to a deep scarlet and Sasuke trying hard to keep his chuckle.

"You didn't eat lunch?"

Too embarrassed to trust her voice, Sakura only nods.

Sasuke releases the chuckle he's been holding while both his hands snake around her waist, keeping her close before he touches his lips onto her forehead.

"Let's eat lunch then."

"Here?"

"Where else?" Sasuke asks, confused.

"Here on campus?" Sakura repeats, hoping Sasuke can actually understand.

"What's wrong with eating here? Is the food bad?"

"No. But wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to eat together?"

"Why?"

"Because you're our professor?"

Sasuke stares at Sakura whose head is tilted to the side, wondering seriously.

"Sakura," he firmly says before looking her in the eye. "I'm just filling in for the day. I'll be gone tomorrow."

"Still…" she looks uncertain.

Sasuke sighs. "Is it me, or are you trying to hide our relationship?"

When Sakura hears this, she all but frowns and looks at Sasuke as if he said the most offensive thing she's ever heard.

"Of course not! Most of my teachers know I'm married anyway. Why would I hide it?"

"That settles it then," Sasuke says before taking his bag and walking out the room. When Sakura does not immediately follow, he looks back at her and raises an eyebrow. "You coming, tsuma?"

This seems to snap Sakura back to reality as she blinks and comprehends the word.

Tsuma.

Sheepishly, she looks down at the floor and follows suit, heart fluttering violently and her face stained with a pink hue. . . . . . When Sakura and Sasuke arrived at the cafeteria, she's thankful that there weren't that many people. After all, it wasn't really an ideal time for a meal when they went there.

Save for Ami, though, and her horde of pretty girls otherwise known as her little minions.

And as if she was waiting for them, her gaze immediately catches sight of Sasuke, hearts practically coming out of her eyes.

She's heard stories about guys suddenly feeling a chill when they see Ami looking at them. Very unusual, but it seems to be true as Sakura internally shudders. Sasuke also did not escape the curse as his eyes narrowed and twitched.

Apparently, it’s applicable to all genders.

"What do you want to eat?" Sasuke asks Sakura as they walk towards the station where the food was, ignoring the constant chill they feel behind their backs.

"Anything works right now," she answers, followed by another growl from her stomach.

"Alright. Go sit, I'll take care of it."

Sakura nods and walks away, looking for the farthest but best seat possible.

Just when she was about to sit and put down her bag, she heard a slam on the table and an irritated looking Ami glaring at her.

Sakura only stares, contemplating if it's actually worth it to give her the time of the day.

"Why are you with Professor Uchiha?" Ami asks.

Sakura, once again, only stares and thinks if it's better to pretend she's deaf just to be left alone.

"Answer me!" Ami's shriek almost destroyed her eardrums and inevitably made her jump.

Now that might actually make me deaf.

"What's your problem?" Sakura calmly shoots back.

Ami appears to take her response as an offense that deepened her anger. "How dare you! You're sticking to him like a leech!"

"Really?" Sakura answers with a monotone as if she's bored out of her mind.

"Huh! You thought you were being subtle? You look like a little puppy in love following him around!"

Sakura wonders if it was really her in Ami's mind as she speaks or Ami's actually stating a self-description.

"What's wrong with walking to the cafeteria with my husband?"

Ami freezes and comprehends what Sakura just said.

Sakura counts to 10, until Ami actually breathes again and practically explodes.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Sakura thought about covering her ears, but realized that it might've already gone deaf from all the inhuman screeching. It’s no use now. "You're not only a leech but also a delusional bitch!"

"I'm not delusional. Nothing of what I said was a lie."

"Husband? Husband?" Ami repeats in pure, utter disbelief like Sakura grew two heads. "How can Professor Uchiha possibly be your husband? How can you be married"

"How can’t we be?"

Ami turns around at the sudden voice that spoke behind, revealing Sasuke holding two trays of food.

"P-Professor Uchiha!"

"Why do you think it's impossible that me and Sakura are husband and wife?"

"H-Huh...e-eh…" Ami stutters. "W-Well you n-never told us you were m-married…"

"And I never told you I was single either."

"B-But—"

"Have you ever noticed that Sakura's last name was Uchiha? Also, didn't you see the ring?"

To prove his point, he shows their wedding band and points at the ruby engagement ring on Sakura's finger.

"I specifically bought that ring for her. I can ever tell you where and how much."

When Ami seems to have ran out of excuses, her face morphs to mortification as she quickly walks away.

"Well that was annoying," Sakura comments as she begins to eat her food.

"Is that girl always like that?"

"Yup. I think no one genuinely likes her, that’s why."

"Huh."

They both ate their foods peacefully, enjoying the silence engulfing the cafeteria.

"By the way," Sakura slips in. "How do you know Professor Hatake?"

"He's an acquaintance. Occasionally visits the firm."

"So he's also a lawyer."

"Occasionally."

Despite the short replies, Sakura has never found it in herself to feel as if Sasuke's ignoring her whenever they talk. It's just how they were, how he always was, and how she is.

Nothing unusual at all.

Seeing her dear husband sitting in front of her, eating in the university's cafeteria as if they were classmates.

Sakura suddenly remembers Sasuke’s joke from ages ago where he said he wished they met each other when they were in college. How ironic, seeing both of them eating together in a university cafeteria right now. It seems Sasuke’s joke was granted, just in a more complicated way.

Clearly dazed, Sasuke snaps his fingers in front of Sakura. “You okay?”

When Sakura is brought back to reality, she catches sight of her husband concerned, brows subtly raising.

As a response, Sakura shakes her head, releases a breathy chuckle, and smiles at him.

“Never better.”

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